“Surprise, freak.” He grins before shoving me hard off the tree branch.

I crash through smaller limbs on my way down, each impact driving the breath from my lungs. I hit the ground with a bone-jarring thud, my injured leg screaming in protest. I cry out in pain, rolling to absorb the impact as best I can.

Laughter echoes from above as Henrik drops down gracefully, followed by two other warriors I recognize from the pack: Denzel and a scarred brute named Kane.

“Look at her,” Kane sneers as I struggle to my feet. “She really thought she could escape.”

“Alpha Gareth sends his regards,” Denzel adds, baring his teeth...